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These storms they gather forces unbeknownst to fools like me
They hide on the horizon too far gone to see
I could have swore the heart you wore upon your sleeve was mine
I could not see in front of me you were leaving I was blind
Blinding sheets of rain that’s what I’m blaming
I must have been blind not to see that you would leave
Now you are gone and the world is an ugly place
And I pray good lord send more blinding sheets of rain
I love you lost its meaning to shipwrecked fools like me
The rain is never-ending there’s no ships out to see
We have not seen a good night since these thunderstorms rolled in
I pray god please send them back and make me blind again
[ More Old 97s Lyrics ]
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